Uhh Idk If Your Requests R Open Haha. Could You Do One Where The Reader Gets Left Behind From The Trio

Uhh idk if your requests r open haha. Could you do one where the reader gets left behind from the trio in the underground, but then a few years later she gets captured and meets Levi again😳👉👈

Ok....you guys are reading my mind I swear because I was thinking about doing something like this 😅 thank you for this request. Just for future reference requests are always open so ask me anything

Summary: you haven’t seen Levi since he disappeared, it’s been two years since you’ve seen your lover, until one day you’re arrested for your crimes in the underground and meet the man you love again with a little surprise for him

Disclaimer: I don’t own Attack on Titan because if I did Levi would get his fucking tea shop and live happily ever after with his tea leaves. I don’t own you because I don’t want a pet human I also don’t own the GIf below.

Warnings: swearing, sexual references, violence, angst I guess. It’s me you know the drill

Please don’t repost, reblogs are fine

Levi x Reader

The world had been your enemy ever since your unwanted birth. Born to a “whore” on a cold winter night in the underground with nothing but an old towel as a swaddle to keep you warm had been your lousy introduction to life. Like everyone in the hellish underground you had been dealt an unfair hand, your mother neglected you and eventually drank herself to death the poverty and responsibilities having plagued her with depression. You had never once remember being hugged by her or told that you were loved, you had simply existed with nothing but pain and a frail body to show for it.

Your mother’s happily ever after found within the bottles of liquor had resulted in your miserable childhood of being a street urchin, half starved to death and stealing scraps that no one would even give their dogs, the world had shown you nothing but unforgiveness and a cold shoulder. You yourself had chosen to turn your back on any sign of joy, the bitter and twisted life you had lived depriving you of any and all redemption from the life you had lived. You didn’t owe the world shit so why should you care?

However, in one sudden twist of fate the world had shown you a kinder side, maybe all the suffering and unfairness you had been dealt with had stacked up and pushed the scales in your favour. Whatever the reason, whatever power had moulded your luck, you had met Levi Ackerman and your life had never been the same.

Levi Ackerman had been you anchor for as long as you could care to remember. He was the shoulder you had cried on, he was the one who held you close at night, he was the one you could tell anything and everything too without the fear of being judged, he was the one you had fallen in love with and as a result he had become the very air you breathed. He was the joy you had had been deprived of, even in the misery of the underground Levi had been the sunlight you had craved for so long. You hadn’t needed jewels or gold if you had that man by your side. Either cudldled up in bed or pressing kisses to his bare chest, Levi was the only ecstasy you had ever craved that no other thrill could possibly offer. Your whole having been living lower then a feral cat, treated with animosity and abuse that had piled higher and higher had left you feeling as if you never deserved anything other then inhumane treatment. But Levi? He truly made you feel human.

So why had he left?

You could still recall the day he had told you that he had a very particular mission, one that required him to go the surface. He had expected you to come with him and help like you always did but you had refused, having had a spells of illness and sickness you explained that you were not well enough to offer your talents with assassinations and that you would sit this one out. Very reluctantly Levi had left you behind in the underground swearing to come back and get you. You had waited patiently for your lover to return, counting the days until he would come and pull you away with him to the world above like he had promised ever since the day you met.

But days had turned to weeks and weeks turned to months and the months turned to years.

Eventually you had given up all hope that he was coming back or that he was even alive.

You had heard that Titans were merciless beasts and that countless men and women had fallen outside the walls in their wake, with a broken heart you had come to accept that the same fate had befallen the man you loved. It seemed the world had turned its back on you once again, it’s generosity had gone as quick as it had come and death had taken the only thing life had given you to love. You could have spent many nights crying over the unmarked grave Levi lay in, but in the underground nothing came to those who mourned, you had to survive. That was how it had always been.

The day you had decided Levi was dead you had held back the pain, standing in the kitchen of your apartment which your two friends, Isabel and Farlan, had also shared with you and Levi. Your eyes had burned with tears as the realisation dawned on you that whatever foolish hope you had of Levi coming was gone. You had tried to convince yourself that he was still alive, but if he was alive then that meant he had purposefully left you behind.

You didn’t know which was worse to think about: Levi being dead or Levi consciously deciding to forget about you.

Whilst you had stood in the empty apartment you had swallowed your persistent grief, running your hand over your swollen tummy; whispering to your unborn baby that even though it’s daddy wasn’t coming home, it’s mother would always be by its side. And although your head told you that he was more then likely deceased, your heart would always whisper late at night as you lay awake thinking, that he was still out there and trying to to find you again. Even if it was the furthest thing from reality.

That was two years ago.

Two years since you had last seen Levi and your friends. Life had dragged slowly by and as time went on you had regained your strength, the birth of your daughter having almost killed you and had it not been for Levi’s old thug friends, you feared you and your daughter would no longer be alive. Your status as Levi’s lover had put you high in the list of respected people in the underground, but your skill with a knife and ODM gear had only pushed you higher through the ranks, you were a feared assassin and you had taken down many military personnel, kingpins and black market traders. You had made a name for yourself and it had seemed to have reached the surface that there was a deadly killer loose in the underground.

Maybe that was how you now found yourself being dragged into the scout HQ. Your hands cuffed behind your back, your arms gripped tightly by two scout members as they escorted you towards the main build of the headquarters.

You remained quiet, your head bowed and your hair falling into your eyes not struggling against the men that roughly pulled you through the corridors of the scout base. You glanced around under your hair, your irises shifting to the corners of your eyes to glare at the spectating scout members who stopped in the corridors, watching you being dragged through the old stone milktart HQ. You could hear them whispering and it took all your strength not to pounce on them and put them in their place, to show them that there was reason as to why you were cuffed. With each step you took,l the cool metal blade of the knife you had tucked into your boot pressed against your calf, ready and waiting to strike when you saw an opening.

“You got anything to say for yourself?” one of the scouts says as he walks you down a narrow corridor afew doors on the right side of the stones walls, candles burning in their bronze sconces.

You remain silent, keeping your head down glancing ahead of you through your hair to see a huge door at the end of the corridor with brass handles and two scouts stationed outside for security. You eyed them cautiously with each step you took, your fingers fiddling with something hidden in the sleeve of your trench coat, a small hair slide you had kept in a secret compartment within the sleeve.

“You’re a widely wanted assassin you know.” the guard continues, you gently move your fingers upwards, the hair slide in your fingers as your try to slot it into the lock without them noticing, pushing through the pain in your wrists.

“You’ve killed a lot of our men and women, don’t expect Commander Erwin to be forgiving.”

“It’s the captain you should be worried about. You’ve killed his men and he doesnt like good lives being wasted.”

“If anything you should know the military police will want you hanged, so enjoy your last few hours of life.” The other guard sneers.

You ignore them, too engrossed with finding the key hole, your heart jumping in joy when you felt the hair slide slip into the key hole, you chewed on your lip as you jiggled it around, the guards not even looking. You could always rely on the ego of cocky soldiers to help you escape, they always thought they had won before the game was even beginning.

“The bitch has a daughter too.” The first soldier sighed “still too young to know what’s going on.”

“Great just what we need, the spawn of scum. The kids gonna have to be put into the system or something, either way she’s screwed. She can thank her mother for that.” The second soldier sneered and it took all of you to not retaliate, you bit your lip harder as you twisted the hair slip a few more times, just a little bit more.

“I don’t know why we bother with trials when we know they’re guilty. This broad has killed more people then those damn Titans I’m sure of it.” The second guard spoke, the first one laughed.

“Maybe we should just feed her to them. Seems fitting. A demon eating a demon, almost poetic.”

“You’re full of shit Harold.”

You weren’t listening anymore, not that you had before, instead you worked at the lock your fingers beginning to cramp from the excessive movement while cuffed. You had to admit the scout cuffs were impressive, they were probably the hardest lock you had had to pick in a while, it didn’t matter though because after a few more jerks of the hair slide you felt the mechanisms grow loose; soon followed by a soft click that went unheard by the guards as they continued to jabber on, nearing the door at the end of the corridor. You kept your hands steady to prevent the cuffs from sliding off your wrists, you needed to wait a little longer. You raised your head ever so slightly to notice the men guarding the door were holding shot guns, a wicked grin already across your features as a devious plan spread through your mind.

And you began the countdown.

Five.

You dropped your head to hide the smile. Keeping your face neutral to conceal the escape plan you had forming.

Four.

You kept your heart steady, your mind focused to execute the daring deed. You needed absolute perfection.

Three.

Your fingers twitched getting ready to strike when ready, your body tembling as your heart raced with excitement.

Two.

The soldiers holding you stopped by the door letting the guards reach forward to open the doors back. Eyes taken off you for a second.

One.

You ripped your arms free from the scouts grip, the cuffs sliding from your wrists to the floor with a clatter. Before the soldiers hilding you could even react, you threw your hands out and grasped their hair, forcefully slamming their foreheads together. They cried in pain as their noses crunched upon the impact, thick scarlet blood spouted from their noses.

You thrust your arms forward, grunting at the soldiers dead weight as you threw their unconscious bodies at the two other guards with guns, the two men yelling as their comrades fell ontop of them, you watched them tumble and crash into the wall behind them, sandwiched between stone and unconscious soldiers.

Without time to catch your breath or sooth your already aching muscles, you snatched a gun from one of the fallen guards, both men groaning in pain from the collision. You raised the gun to your head butting the end of of the shotgun into the skulls of the two guards making sure they too were blacked out, ni sooner had you made the impact to their heads you took off down the corridor, not even looking back when you heard the doors open and shouts coming from the direction of where you had taken out the four men.

You charged through the corridors you had come through, your air flying behind you and your heart hammering in your chest as you pushed through any on coming scouts not caring to stop. You knew there would be soldiers chasing after you, you didnt have time to mutter an apology to the girl you had shoved out a window in your desperate scramble for freedom. Glass flying through the air as the girls scream ripped through the corridor, the scouts who had been chasing a few meters behind you stopping in their tracks to aid the girl who was hanging onto the window ledge. You only smirked to yourself as your boots crushed the shattered glass that now lay spread out on the floor, at least now you could run for a little bit longer without being tailed.

You growled when you heard a flurry of footsteps coming to the right, you glanced over your shoulder to see about six scout members hot on your trail. Shit. Looking around there was no where else to go, a barricade of scouts blocked the way forward, waiting for you and then the ones coming from the right staircase would corner you in a heartbeat.

Time seemed to slow, the shouts of the soldiers who had cornered you fading into the background as your heart beat hammered in your head, your breathing the only noise you could hear. If you carried on running straight you would be stopped by the barricade of men, if you went down the right staircase you would also be stopped, there was no escape back the way you came. You sighed as you realised your only escape was the left, a wall lined with windows. Luckily you still had one more trick up your sleeve, you could see the victorious glint in the soldiers eyes in the barricade up ahead, of course. Cocky.

“We have her now men!” one of them cried out followed by deep cheers.

You shot them your own cocky grin, which they caught, the smig looks fading from their faces as they watched with wide eyes as you continued to sprint toward them. However, as you came parallel to the third to last window they were all the more surprised to see you reach for something under your trench coat, ripping the clothing off to reveal the ODM harness strapped to your body.

“Shit! She has ODM gear!” one of the soldiers yelled but it was too late.

Your fingers twitched over the triggers of the ODM hilts shooting the metal cables from their holds and out through the window you were parallel to. Glass once again shattering and flying through the air in a twinkling flurry as the sound of breaking glass filled your ears, your body was lifted from the floor, the straps of the ODM gear pulling against your legs and torso as you were ripped off from the floor and out barrelling out the window.

You flew through the window, glass still falling around you as you were launcjed into the sky, your ODM drills tearing through the old stone in the towers of the HQ, the wind howling through your ears and hair as you swung meters above the ground looking for a good place to land. You could see troops making their way to the courtyards readying their own gear, you scoffed as you flipped around a corner, the straps of your harness rubbing harshly against your muscles as you glided over the turrets of the HQ. You allowed yourself a moment to regain your breath and gather your thoughts as you leapt from wall to wall, the gas from the canisters by your thighs, hissing as they launched you faster and faster through the air.

You needed to find Kuchel. You couldn’t leave with out her. After you found her and escaped you didn’t know what would follow, perhaps you would take your chances outside the walls? No. That was stupid. There was no way you could manage to care for a two year old and take down those monsters, you had admittedly never seen a titan but you knew they were not to be underestimated. You could probably live and run within the three walls, there was enough land to evade the military for a few years and if done properly, forever. But what kind of a life was that for your four year old? What would Levi do? Well for starters he wouldn’t have gotten caught in the first place, you still couldn’t believe you had managed to get captured. But it didn’t matter, you needed to figure out a pl...

You saw them before they hit you, from the corner of your eye you saw a figure careen towards you, an emerald cloak flying out behind them, their face hidden under a hood, their ODM gear whizzing past you and securing itself into the cement fillings of the walls. An angered yell tore you from your thoughts and on instinct your fingers squeezed the triggers on the hilts of your ODM gear causing your own grapples to come loose from the walls. Using every muscle in your body aching as you twisted through the air, your body spiralling upwards narrowly avoiding the scout that had been coming for you. One leg stretched out infront of them, the other bent underneath their body, their torso leant backward to add streamline as they attempted to send their foot flying into your side. You remained calm as whoever it was flew centimers below you, your eyes trying to glance under the shadowy hood of the mysterious figure as the passed under you, their face raised to look up to where you twisted out the way, giving them a smirk as you saw their eyes widen from under the cloak hood before you were torn away from them, arching your self into a flip and launching your grapples into another turret and being whisked away.

You laughed as you saw whoever had tried to knock you down land into the side of the wall their grapples had been aimed at, their feet planted on the stone as they kept their gaze trained on you. You could see them watch you from their position and a sudden rush of arenaline coarsed through you, whoever was under that cloak was skilled and impressively fast, this would be fun. To see who could out wit eachother the longest, a contest of skill.

You laughed quietly to yourself as you continued to grapple tower to tower, you knew you would eventually win. You always did.

For all your whims and graces of believing the scouts were over indulgent you really were quite hypocritical, as you glanced back to where you had left the scout member who had tried to knock you from the sky your eyes widened to see the figure that had been perched on the wall was no longer there. Frantically your head whipped from side to side as you confined to swing ober tne Svout HQ trying to find where your enemy had gone, but with every desperate glance you couldn’t find any trace of him.

Where were they?

BAM! You grunted in sudden pain as you felt something smash straight into your side causing your body to ripped from the air, the wind being knocked from your lungs as the soldier from before crashed into your side, his foot slamming into your back causing your line of trajectory to be thrown off and sending you hurtling towards the ground below. You could feel the figure pressing into you, his hands grasping your neck tightly as you both screamed towards the ground, you growled to yourself trying to launch your ODM cables but the old piece of machinery wouldn’t listen to your trembling fingers as you pressed the switches over and over. The wind tearing over your body sending your hair flying into your eyes prohibiting your view of the man, he was still latched to your body.

Now inches from the ground a panicked cry left your lips as the man loosened his grip on you and pushed away from you, flying back into the air shooting his grapples and swinging out of the harm of crashing into the ground, his cape flying behind him like a majestic pair of wings.

You however had had no time to save yourself, your only instinct to cover your head and face as your body hit the ground, a gasp escaping as you continued to fall head first toward the ground. Painful throbs surge through your arms as they met the hard earth first, a burning coasting through your skin as the rough ground tore away at your flesh as you bounced along the dirt. Desperately trying to find your bearings you came to a stop, the wind having been totally knocked from you as a dull ache crippled every nerve of your body.

You lay gasping for air on the dusty floor, blood beginning to sleep through the cuts that now graced your face and arms. Your body shaking from shock as you clumsily got your feet, your legs weightless and light as you stood up, your breathing strained and raspy as you reached for the knife that was still tucked in your boot. Your eyes scanning the air for any sight of the soldier who had ploughed into you, the sky was once again clear and you tended bracing for any kind of surprise impact again. Gathering your last nerves you began to run, your numb feet pounding against the spinning world as you made a made dash, your fear was busted there was no doubt in your mind. Glancing ahead you could see some horses tied to a post already tacked up, you had never ridden a horse before but if you could grab one it could offer a valuable escape.

You internally groaned as the sound of ODM cables hissing meters above you could be heard, glancing over your shoulder you felt your heart brow cold at the sight of several scouts giving chase; their cloaks flying behind them and blades drawn as they swung down. You weren’t surprised to see them, you had just hoped they would have arrived later rather then sooner, but you continued to run despite knowing you would be caught only stopping when the soldiers landed in circle around you, their hoods pulled back to reveal their faces. They drew their blades and held them out by their sides, metal clashing against eachother to pen you in as they stood with locked blades. Like a beast being caged you growled, spinning slowly in a circle to try and find a weakness in their barrier they had created. The knife still clutched in your hand, ready to cut anyone who made a move as your keen eyes desperately searched for a chink in the impenetrable wall they had created.

You didn’t flinch when you heard someone land harshly behind you, instead you remained perfectly still, your back turned to whoever stood behind you. Not even batting an eyelid even as a gleaming silver blade was jammed over your right shoulder, your pupils shifting to were the weapon peered up at you, the silver flashing in the sunlight. The cool metal inches from your neck as whoever was behind you held their weapon to the side of your neck, daring you to move even an inch. You closed your eyes as you tired to steady your thoughts, your heart hammering in your chest as you slowly held your hands up, your elbows bent as you flattened your palms, the knife youbhad held clattering to the floor.

“It’s a good idea to surrender.” a voice spoke “you’ve just made my job ten times easier.”

That voice. You had heard that voice before, somewhere long ago. The breath caught in your lungs as you felt a sudden wave of nostalgia crash through you, a sense of familiar brushing through your mind. Did you know that voice?

Something buried deep inside you screamed yes, that voice was dull and void of any kind of enthusiasm. Instead it’s layers were dripping in cold malice as its owner pushed the sharp edge of the blade closer to your skin. But surely if you knew the man who owned the voice, he wouldn’t be trying to kill you.

“You think you could let me go?” you ask trying to glance over your shoulder at the man behind you only for the blade still lingering above your shoulder to flick upward and smack you in the cheek causing your head to jerk to the side.

“Don’t be an idiot.” The voice drawled “you’ve killed good people. You’re not going anywhere any time soon. If it was my choice I would kill you right here, but luckily for you Erwin wants you have a fair trial. Waste of time if you ask me.”

“I only did what I did to feed my daughter and keep a roof over our heads.” you spit, your brows furrowed into a scowl as you glared at your feet gritting your teeth as the memories of the night Levi left filling your head “I wouldn’t expect you to understand, having been raised above ground your whole life. I bet you’ve had everything handed to you.”

The man behind you was quiet for a moment. You stood patiently waiting ignoring the harsh looks of the soliders who remained around you, keeping quiet as they watched the scene play out before them. They were curious as to what their captain would do next, most assumed he would take you away and be dealt with by the law however some, the ones that knew him better then the others, could see him grow hesitant and the longer he stared at you the more he seemed to restrain himself from doing anything else. They didn’t know what it was but something seeemdd off about the hardened captain, they were pondering what it was.

The soldiers had not been wrong to assume their leader was slightly off. Levi had you right where he wanted you, on the receiving end of his blade and surrounded by a ring of elite soldiers and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to further command your arrest. Instead he found himself glued to the spot unable to do anything other then keep throwing taunting remarks towards you. He stared at the back of your head, your long locks of (y/h/c) hair resurfaced long lost memories he had long since thought he had repressed to the depths of his consciousness, but everything from the way that you moved to the way that you spoke reminded him of something, or someone, he had chosen to leave behind a long time ago. His grip on the hilt of his blade remained steady yet his heart hammered in his chest as he watched you cautiously, he had a theory as to who he was pointing his weapon at but he hoped more then anything he was wrong. He hoped that you were a stranger, an unfortunate coincidence that you resembled the woman he loved instead of it actually being her, because if it was her if it was (y/n), then he had failed and his choice to abandon you would have been for nothing. He prayed to any cruel power that would listen that he was wrong.

“I have a daughter.” you say drawing Levi from his thoughts, his glare relaxing slightly as you bowed your head, your face hidden under a curtain of hair “would you make an orphan of her? Kill the only family she had left?”

“Where is her father?” Levi asked calmly despite his heart that lurched in his chest.

“He’s dead. Two years ago.” you whisper, you couldn’t see Levi’s eyes widen his body growing cold.

He pressed his eyes shut, swallowing the lump in his throat. Two years ago. Was this another coincidence. No it couldn’t be. He already knew who he was looking at, the flurry of emotions that wrestled inside him was indescribable, a wave of joy, fear, relief, hurt anything you could possibly feel was now crashing over him and ripping away his walls. He could tell you it was him, but he wanted to know how you felt about him, if he asked enough questions maybe he could grasp some understanding as to whether or not you would want to see him. If not he would remain hidden under the safety of his cloak hood and let you confuse to believe he had died, if you wanted to see him then he would reveal himself to you.

“But you.”

Levi listens as you talk, picking up in his broken you sounded.

“You talk just like him.” you release a small laugh “almost identical. Apart of me think maybe there’s a chance you are the father to my little girl. The man I love. But I know that’s stupid. If you were him that would mean he chose to leave me behind. Who would do that? Who would promise to come back and then leave their pregnant girlfriend behind?”

Levi’s eyes widen from under the shadow of his hood, his heart clenched in a vice like grip in his chest. So that was why you hadn’t come with him, Isabel and Farlan that day. Had he known he would have pulled you from the underground without a moment of doubt, it would have been reason enough to prevent you from becoming a scout and keep you safe for a little while longer. But he hadn’t tried to reconcile with you, instead he had decided that it was safer for you to forget about him and not risk joining him on the surface where the Titans roamed. After losing Isabel and Farlan there had been no chance he would lose you too, he couldn’t watch something happen to you. So as a result he had left you in the questionable safety of the underground, hoping you would be better off without him. And now here he stood, two years later with you on the other side of his weapon.

He retracted the blade from hovering over your neck and sheaths it, the scouts surrounding him looking on in surprise as their stoic captain lowered his guard.

“Petra.” he spoke his eyes never leaving the back of your head, you noticed a mousy haired woman perk up.

“Yes captain?”

“Take everyone back to HQ. I can handle it from here.” Levi instructed, Petra seemed hesitant.

“But captain...”

“That’s an order.”

You watched as the soldiers one by one sheathed their blades and dispersed, walking away and launching their grapples into the turrets of the HQ. Silently, your eyes stayed trained on them as you watched the figures disappear into the sky and over the walls of the HQ leaving you alone with the Captain, you lowered your hands to your sides.

It wasn’t Levi. It couldn’t be Levi. You kept telling yourself over and over again that Levi was dead, that this man was unfortunately similar to your lover but was in fact not him. You didn’t want to turn around, that would confirm that it either was or wasn’t him and you’d rather be ignorant to the knowledge of Levi’s fate if it meant it would only cause you more pain.

It was quiet for the longest time.

“Are you going to turn around?” Levi asked after a while, you bit your lip.

“If I do what will I see?”

“The man you love.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, your eyes burning with tears as your legs buckled slightly a wave of weakness surging through you. It was him. Your fears were reality and now you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, you didn’t wipe away the tears that fell from your eyes and ran down your cheeks as your throat became dry and your body trembled. You didn’t know what you felt. Breathing became difficult and all you could do was gasp for air as salty tears still traced your cheeks.

“Turn around.” he pleaded.

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because if I do, if I face you, it’ll become real. It’ll be proof you chose to leave me behind. A part of me wants you to remain dead.”

“And the other part of you?”

“Wants to beat you senseless.”

“Tch. I expected no less.”

“You’re in no position to criticise.” you growl, your fists clenching, you hear him sigh.

“I guess not. Turn around (y/n).”

The moment his name left your lips an unbridled rage blinded you. How dare he beg you to look at him when he had left you behind. How dare he stand behind you and whisper your name as if nothing had happened, as if what he had done was forgivable. Before you could comprehend what you were doing your fist had moved on it’s own, lashing out as your body spun with no command to face him, your clenched fist making contact with his nose a deafening crunch echoing into the air as your knuckles cracked the joint in his face and his body was launched across the ground.

Blood flying through the air from his nose as he fell backwards instinctively reaching his hands behind his head to flip back onto his feet. You stood panting as your glared at him your fist clenched still and hanging by your legs as you watched Levi wipe the blood from his nose his hood having fallen back to reveal his face.

Your heart burned in your chest as you stated into his silver eyes, his hair still cut and styled the same way, ebony locks falling into his eyes like it had in the underground, his skin having been graced with a little splash of colour after four of years of living under the sun. He hadn’t grown much in height but he had filled out in the muscle area, his body noticeably broader. His face had aged somewhat, his eyes graced with slight bags and his angled features having become more defined and his lips still perky and full. His eyes seemed fuller, as if the years had worn say any glint he had once honed in them. But of course he was still as handsome as the day you had met him and it tore you apart.

“You son of a bitch!” you yelled storming over to where he stood wiping the blood from his face with his cloak, his face half hidden but his eyes locked with yours. You knew he could have easily avoided the blow you had aimed at him, you knew he had purposely not dodged he attack and you were glad he alllwwd you to inflict pain on him. It meant he knew he had screwed up.

“You said you would come back!” you scream picking up your pace, Levi remains still waiting for you to pounce on him, he could see it the way you moved that you were going to attack again.

And you did.

You lunges toward him getting ready to pound your fists into his chest and face but as you moved towards him you felt your strength dissipate and instead your balled up fists loosened and slid around his neck, your lips crashing into his.

The instant his lips melted into yours his arms looped around your waist, fitting so perfectly it was as if they had always been there. He pulled you close I to his chest, your hands pressing into his pectorals feeling the firm muscle underneath, his cold nose brushing over your tear streaked cheeks as he continued to passionately kiss you. His lips tasted the same, minty and with a slight bitter twist that only made him all the more addictive, his soft lips moulding against your own as one of his hands to reach up grasp the back of your head his fingers tangling in your hair and pulling on the roots. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach and the anger you had fizzled and eventually died as he held you into him the way he had all your life. It was as if no time had passed and the world slipped through your fingers as he kissed you, your body growing light as he gently pulled away resting his forehead on yours, his hands resting on your shoulder blades as he kept you close to him, your own arms around his waist.

“I should kill you.” you whisper, your face scrunching up as tears continue to leak down your face your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt from under his cloak as your legs buckle and he slowly lets you put all your weight on him as you bury your face into his shoulder and he rests his cheek on your head as he holds you tightly.

“Levi I should rip your head off.” you growl as you continue to sob into his shoulder “w-why would leave us? Why didn’t you come back?”

Levi swallowed loudly as he just held you into him, his own tears spilling down his face any and all composure gone. It wasn’t as if there was anyone there to see him break down and cry.

“I thought you would be safer if I left you behind.” he whispered into your neck as he nuzzled his nose into your locks of hair “I knew Erwin would make you a soldier and I couldn’t risk it...I couldn’t lose you outside the walls too, not after losing them.”

“What do you mean by ‘them’?” you ask, your voice trembling as you pulled your face out of his shoulder to look up into his sparkling irises as tears continued to spill down his cheeks, his jaw clenched and nose still bloodied.

You could feel the fingers of dread claw away at you, realisation setting in as Levi remained quiet. Your face growing pale and a cry left your lips, your legs buckling under you and you fell to the floor slipping through Levi’s arm to land on your knees your legs tucked underneath you. Your hands tightly grasping the grass beneath your feet as you shoulders shook, tears dampening the soul beneath you.

Levi watched you crying on your hands and knees and he lowered himself to kneel before you, his own lips trembling and eyes red from crying.

“Isabel...Farlan they’re dead?” you ask through pained sobs raising your head to meet Levi’s guilt ridden eyes, his hair falling into his eyes and his gaze avoiding yours as he stared towards ground and he nods. Your eyes widen at his gentle nod and a stifled moan leaves your lips.

So they were gone?

“H-how did they...?”

“Titan.” Levi grunts and you nod.

“That’s why you didn’t come back for me?” you ask and Levi let’s his gaze return to you his sound shattering at the sight of you the break in your voice piercing his last few nerves of strength “you didn’t want me to have the same fate?”

“I thought I was doing you a favour.” he said quietly bowing his head to hide his tearful eyes from you “I thought you had a better chance of surviving if I left you behind. They would have made you a soldier. Had I known you were...that we...had I known you were pregnant I would have come back. They wouldn’t have made you fight and things would’ve been...”

He trailed off his brow furrowing at his incompatibility to form the right words and keep his tough exterior. Staring with starry eyes, your heart like a dead weight in your chest you continued to watch him as he kneeled in front of you, his body trembling cautiously you shuffled closer to him sitting your self up and moving his arms gently out the way to allow your body to press against his reaching up to make your arms round his neck.

Levi froze for a moment as you snuggled into his body, after the surprise of your affection he wrapped his arms around you as you pressed your face into his chest. His chin resting on your shoulder as he stayed kneeling with you hugging him from your position in the ground your legs tucked under your body.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?” Levi mumbled his eyes closed as he clutched you into him the tears having slowed.

“I wanted to surprise you. When you came home.” you bit your lip to prevent more tears and sobs from escaping “but you never did. You left me behind.”

“I know.”

“Levi you left both of us.”

“I was trying to protect you.”

“I know.”

You knew you should be screaming at him, maybe ruffle him up a bit more but you had never liked arguing with him. Even after having broken and tearing out your heart you already forgave him, was it weakness? Maybe. But you knew you were still so in love with Levi Ackerman, the nights spent in the thoroughly cleaned apartment, cuddled into his side on the sofa as Isabel and Farlan chatted with you, their laughs still ringing in your ears. You couldn’t stay mad at him, he was the father of your child and your only love, he was Levi Ackerman the only thing this world had given you in a moment of generosity. While you were displeased at his decisions you knew that in time you would forget the pain he caused even if his intentions were pure, because time could heal what he had damaged.

You sniffled into his shirt as he slowly lowered his bent knee that held him up to rest on the ground beside his other knee to rest on his lower legs to get more comfortable as he kept you held into him. His strong arms warming your shaken body as they renamed securely around you, his chin resting in the crook of your neck just thanking whoever was listening for having you in his arms again.

“So we have a brat of our own?” he asked softly after a while, you nod.

“A little girl.” you reply drying your eyes, your body gradually relaxing “Kuchel. That’s her name.”

“You named her after my mother?” Levi asked a flurry of fuzzy warmth surging through him, his heart swelling in his chest.

“Of course I did.”

“Can I meet her?”

“Your men have her. I don’t know where they’ve taken her. They’ll take me away too.”

At your words you heard a growl rip through his throat and his grip on you tightened. Like a wolf defending his mate and cub he would fight for the right to keep them even if he died trying.

“I’ll sort it out. We can get Kuchel back and I can make a bargain with the commanders about your arrest. I promise you I won’t let anyone take either of you away from me.” he vowed, his grip on you loosening allowing you to pull your face away from his chest, he turned his neck to look at you.

As you stared into his eyes you noticed that dull edge had been replaced with a small glimmer. His once faded and tiered silver orbs now seeming to light up with new founded hope that you had always given him, the breath caught in your throat as he leaned down to press his lips into yours. The kiss was slower and filled more controlled want as he pulled you closer into him, breaking the kiss to then press his lips to forehead and ruffling your hair slightly like he did two years ago since falling in love with you.

“Levi please...” you whisper as you rest your head back into his shoulder the tears having all but slowed “please don’t leave me again.”

“Don’t worry brat. It’s never happening again.”

“Good.”

You remained clutching eachother for a time so king you had lost track. It wasn’t until four scouts landed around you and Levi that your moment of ambience was ruined. The soldiers landed in a small diamond around you and your long lost love, not having a chance to react as one of them lunges forward to grab you sharply by the arm, ripping you from Levi’s arms and grunting as whoever had grabbed you pulled you into them o lay for their blade to be pushed to your neck.

Levi jumped to his feet, drawing his own weapon and holding it infront of the soldiers blocking him from letting the gleaming blade reach your neck. The soldiers eyes widened at the captain who blocked his blow, Levi’s strength causing the soldiers blade to clatter to the floor and in a moment the soldier dropped his guard only for Levi to pull you away from your attacker and move you behind him, his stance defensive and blades drawn by his side, ready to fight.

“Captain Levi just what do you think you’re doing?” one of the soldiers spoke, he was tall with blonde hair and blue eyes, you noticed that Levi didn’t have blades aimed at the man but the other three instead.

“There’s been a mistake Erwin.” Levi spoke, his eyes cautiously watching the others “this assassin is not my enemy.”

“What are you talking about Levi?” Erwin asked.

“She’s killed over hundred of us. Hand her over captain, I’ll finish the job.” one of the other soldiers says his blades twitching and Levi snarls throwing an arm out causing his cape to fly out and shield your body as you stood patiently behind him.

“No one lays a hand on her.” Levi snaps his eyes locking with Erwin’s “Erwin. You remember when I first left the underground I said I had someone to come back to.”

Erwin’s eyes visibly stiffened, his mouth slightly a gape and his blue eyes widening as he glanced at you. You shoe him a weak grin which he didn’t return, you couldn’t blame him you had killed numerous soldiers. Mostly military police.

“Levi she’s a dangerous assassin with crimes worth the death penalty fifty times over.” Erwin says “I’m not sure if I can get her out of this...”

“What are you saying Erwin?” one of the soldiers yelled.

“You’re saying you’re going to pardon this murderous bitch?” the one who had grabbed you earlier yelled, you remained still as you watched the scene play out. You trusted Levi, he would get you out of this. You weren’t afraid to accept the consequences for your crimes, but after finding Levi you wanted desperately to try and become a better person, the way he had. To be there for your daughter and start again.

Erwin’s mind was running on loop. He had always wondered who Levi had been referring to all those years ago, the man had said that he had wanted to bring someone else to the surface with him and Erwin had agreed but only once Levi and his friends had proved his worth. But then after the trios first expedition Levi had seemed reluctant to bring whoever he had spoken of so fondly above ground, Erwin had never pried but now he wishes he had. Otherwise he would have told his friend to re think his choices. But Erwin wasn’t a monster, he had already assumed the infant he had taken into the Survey Corps custody was the spawn of the stoic captain, and he wasn’t going to deprive Levi of a family.

“All Of you leave.” Erwin said glancing around at the other three soldiers “and find the infant, bring her out here.”

Levi gave his commander a grateful nod which Erwin returns. The soldiers, although hesitant, didn’t argue but you could see the disapproval in their eyes as they walked away. Erwin waited until they were out of war shot to continue speaking.

“Levi. I hope you know this won’t be an easy case to plea.” Erwin began as he sheathed his blades “I want to help you. I think having your family will be good for you, I can ask for (y/n)’s skills to be put to use on our branch of the military. I must warn you though I can’t promise anything, and if she is allowed to join the fight for humanity she will be expected to join most expeditions.”

Levi nodded, so his fears were true. You would be put into harms way but there was nothing else he could do, Erwin was risking everything to help him. He couldn’t afford to be picky. He glanced to his side as he felt you move out from behind him to stand by Levi’s side entwining your hand with his, your gaze meeting Erwin’s.

“You would do that for me?” you ask quietly, Erwin looks you up and down his gaze softening.

“I may not like the way you made your living, but I’m aware of the situation you were in. Until something is done about the conditions of the underground no one can expect everyone who lives there to lead innocent lives. I’m doing this or my friend and his daughter. I’m doing this so you can have a second chance. I warn you to not mess it up.”

“Thank you.” you reply, cursing your weakness as more tears sting your eyes, you lean on Levi letting your head rest on his shoulder.

Erwin nods and you notice his eyes looking at something behind you. You raise your head off Levi’s shoulder to turn your head to look behind you to see a brunette female scout member with glasses and a ponytail walking towards you, in her arms was a small raven haired two year old.

Relief swept through your veins as you saw Kuchel safely in the woman’s arms. Levi turned beside you, his hand slipping out of yours to stare at Hange who carried his daughter towards him. You noticed that he had frozen, his body tensing and then relaxing his eyes wide and already brimming with adoration for the two year old, his jaw slightly slack as Hange approached a grin on her freckled face.

“Ku...” you breath reaching out to take your daughter, Hange passes her to you and you hold your baby girl close to your body, pressing a kiss to her soft hair.

Levi stared down at the tiny human in your arms, his heart melting in his chest as her huge (y/e/c) eyes curiously boring into his own, her fluffy locks of raven hair unmistakably the Ackerman in her and her skin a fair as freshly fallen snow. This was his baby, his daughter who he was gazing upon.

Erwin decided that now was as good as time as any to leave the new father with his small family. As he passed the short, raven haired man the commander placed a hand on his friends shoulder giving him a reassuring smile which Levi stiffly returned belfry the blonde walked away dragging Hange with him, the woman crying that she wanted to watch the adorable scene before her.

Levi turned his attention back on the the woman and two year old next to him, watching lovingly as you cooed to Kuchel. He didn’t know how to explain the feeling that surged within him, a feeling he thought he would never be privileged enough to experience again.

“Do you want to hold her?”

“What?” he asked snapping out if his internal monologue and you chuckled bouncing Kuchel on your slim hip.

“Do you want to hold her?” you asked again.

“I don’t know how.”

“I’ll show you.”

Levi hesitated, a prick of uncertainty clouding his mind. What if his daughter didn’t like him? He wasn’t exactly the most gentle person in the world he knew that, his hands were calloused and he had no clue how to properly hold his daughter. What if he dropped her or held her too tightly and hurt her?

But he didn’t protest as you gently began to untangle Kuchel from your body and gently lifted her up and passed her to Levi, you could see the panic in his eyes as your hand left Kuchel and let him hold her. Gently you moved his hands to hold her properly, one of his delicate hands supporting her back and the other tucked securely under her tiny legs as he held her into his chest. It didn’t take longer for the anxiety to be swept away and replaced with pure affection.

You watched as Levi’s stoic face slowly softened and a faint smile graced his lips as his daughter rested her face into his shoulder, her chubby toddler hands grasping the emerald fabric of his cloak as he bounced her up and down the way you had earlier.

“She’s mine?” Levi asks as he presses his lips to Ku’s temple the child releasing a small giggle and you nod.

“Yeah. She’s yours.” you say running a hand over her tiny back “Do you like her?”

“Tch. That’s one way to describe it.” Levi mutters but despite his harsh tone you could see the sparkle in his eyes.

It may have been the world finally paying back for all the pain you had endured. It may have been that fate was finally on your side and granting you this moment of serenity as you watched Levi hold your daughter into his chest, or maybe it was just sheer luck. Whatever it was, whatever power had gifted you this, you knew that all the suffering had been worth it if it meant you could live these blissful minutes. Whatever the world had left to throw at you, you could handle it. Because you had him back, Levi Ackerman was apart of your life again. And you’d be damned if you ever let him go.

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Ok soooo this was a pain in the ass to write. jean-does-not-have-a-horse-face can vouch for that and I want to thank her for reading my first drafts and helping me when I was suffering from writers block. I love you girl thank you so much. I’m so close to 500 followers so thank you so much for all the love and support you guys are awesome. Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed.

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Hii! Can you do a Tom Holland x reader where they do the buzzfeed video reading thirst tweets and Tom gets jealous of the tweets, fluff fluff fluff. 💞💞 THANK YOUU

I love this idea! I hope you like it

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Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warning: it’s thirsty tweets, so adult humor and crude comments

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“Hi I’m Y/n L/n.” Tom said to the camera while sneaking at glance at you to see if you laughed.

“And I’m Tom Holland.” You bounced off his joke with a giggle. “And today, we’re going to be reading thirsty tweets.”

“The tweets aren’t thirsty, darling. It’s the people writing them.” Tom corrected you. He gave the camera a pointed look as you laughed at your mistake, already feeling giddy for the video.

“I’m sorry. Let’s start the video, shall we?” You asked as you picked a tweet out of the bucket. “I wonder how big Tom Holland’s- oh and this is Buzzfeed!” You suddenly remembered to credit the creators of the video. Everyone on set, including Tom burst out laughing. Tom plucked the tweet out of your hands.

“I think we’ve heard enough of the one.” Tom said as he tossed the paper over his shoulder.

“Take a two minute break. That’ll be our intro.” Someone from behind the camera called. You gave them a thumbs up and turned to Tom.

“Are you excited or nervous?” You asked him as your straighten the collar of his jacket. You’d made a habit of tidying up Tom since he had a habit of being disheveled.

“I try to always turn my nerves into excitement.” Tom told you. “But I’m a little nervous about what they’re going to say about you. You, being so hot and all.”

You laughed and tossed some of your straightened hair behind your shoulder.

“Oh, you know. I aim to please.” You replied. You were a little nervous yourself. You could only imagine what crazy things fans could’ve tweeted at your movie star boyfriend. He was definitely a fan favorite, and had a whole army of girls begging to be his. You’d just recently announced that you were together and this was your first video together as an official couple. So yeah, you were nervous.

Your break ended and you picked the first official tweet out of the bucket.

“Tom Holland is zaddy.” You read. It was a nice, calm way to start the video.

“That wasn’t bad.” Tom nodded. “Short and sweet.” He selected a tweet from the bucket.

“Y/n L/n looks a lot like my next girlfriend.” He read. He made a displeased face at the camera.

“I don’t know, mate. I heard she has a boyfriend. A really good looking one too.” Tom joked. You rolled your eyes as he took another tweet.

“Tom Holland is so fine. I think I rewatched the scene when Peters suit falls off a million times.” He read.

“Same girl.” You commented. You took the bucket from his hands and put your hand on the side of your mouth, whispering loudly, “it’s even better in person.”

“If I could only let one person bone me the rest of my life, it would be Y/n L/n.” You read out loud. Your eyes widened at the bold tweet.

“That escalated quickly.” You said. Tom didn’t look amused.

“She already has someone to do that, so.” Tom shrugged smugly and tossed the tweet aside.

“Thomas!” You smacked his arm and looked at the camera. “Do you see what I have to put up with? Let’s keep it PG, please.”

“@YOURNAMELASTNAME, girl, what you doing? Get your ass back in the Louvre where you belong.” You read.

“I liked that one.” Tom said with a nod of approval. “Because you are a work of art.”

You smiled at him and picked out another tweet.

“My sexuality is the veins in Tom Holland’s right arm.” You smacked your knee as you laughed. Tom just shook his head.

“I don’t even know what that means.” He remarked as he took a tweet.

“Y/n L/n, if you’re reading this, by all means, foreclose on my house. Destroy my credit score. Flood my basement. Ruin my life. I beg you.” He read dramatically. The lack of crudeness towards earned a chuckle from him.

“Aw that’s...sweet?” You said, sounding more like a question. You look a tweet from the bucket and cleared your throat.

“I would let 30-50 feral hogs trample over me if Tom Holland was the paramedic who transferred my corpse into the back of the ambulance.” Tom read. You burst out laughing until your stomach hurt.

“That was graphic.” You said between giggles. “And incredibly specific.”

“She wouldn’t really need an ambulance at that point though, would she?” Tom asked you, not ready to leave the topic yet.

“I’ve never been trampled by 30-50 wild hogs, so I wouldn’t know.” You replied. Tom gave you a cheeky grin.

“It’s feral hogs, love.” He teased. He had a way of forgetting cameras were there when you were around.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You said sarcastically as you took a tweet.

“Tom Holland is the only man who deserves rights.” You read and nodded in agreement. Tom did as well which made you laugh.

“I want Y/n L/n to use my face as a trampoline.” Tom read. He looked at the paper in his hands for a long time. “Now, why are mine so tame and yours are borderline insane?” He was beginning to find the tweets less and less funny. He didn’t like people tweeting about you in such vulgar ways, especially when they didn’t even know you.

“I guess my fans just really like me.” You shrugged and picked up another tweet. “I want Tom Holland to drive over me with his private jet.”

“It’s actually Sonys jet, but I appreciate the gesture.” Tom answered as he took a tweet out of the bucket. “My ideal weight is Y/n L/n on top of me.” Tom clicked his tongue, feeling a little twinge of anger in the pit of his stomach. “That’s unfortunate, since she’s a little busy being on top of me.”

You looked at the camera with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

“What did I say? PG!” You snatched the bucket from his hands and pretended to be angry. Tom knew he shouldn’t have said it, though be it true, but he just wanted to remind the people watching of your relationship. Tom took the bucket back from you and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I’m just letting the fans know who’s you are.” Tom replied with a cocky smile. “All mine.”

“I just wanna know how Y/n L/ns lips feel😔” He read. “And then they put a little sad face emoji.”

“Aw. You don’t have to be sad.” You told the camera.

“They feel amazing, by the way.” Tom quipped, giving the camera a cheeky wink. “But you’re never gonna know.”

“I want Tom Holland to use his jawline to cut me into fries.” You read. It made you chuckle again. You slid your finger across Toms jawline and smiled.

“Me too, baby, me too.” You said and picked out another one.

“This one is about you again. It says “Tom Holland walks into a room and his ass walks in 20 minutes later.” I have to agree.” You nodded. “Daddy thiccums.”

“Don’t start with that again, darling.” Tom groaned. Someone had commented that on his post the week prior and you wouldn’t let him live it down. You thought it was the funniest nickname in existence. Tom, of course, hated it, which is exactly why you snuck it into conversations every now and then.

“What? There’s nothing to be ashamed of, baby. If you got it, flaunt it.” You announced as you swiped some hair off his forehead. He felt a little hot to the touch. You noticed his jaw was clenched for the first time. If you weren’t being filmed, you’d have been all over him, asking if he was okay. You knew you had to bite your tongue until the interview was over.

“Y/n L/n can have it anytime she wants it.” You read off the paper.

“She doesn’t want it.” Tom deadpanned.

“Hey.” You laughed and took the tweet from his hand. “That’s mean.”

“Look at his profile picture. He looks like a foot.” Tom pointed to the tiny profile picture that could barley be seen on the paper.

“A foot?” You laughed and took another tweet from the bucket. There was definitely something off about Tom. You were sure of it now.

”Tom Holland’s ass is phat with a PH.” You read. You looked at the camera and wiggled your eyebrows.

“Again, completely true.” You agreed.

“Why are all of these about my butt?” Tom asked with a smile, but sounding genuinely confused.

“Maybe because you’re dummy thick.” You shrugged and took another tweet.

“Y/n in that dress at the Far From Home premiere? She walked in and said BAWDY. She said body-ody-ody.” You read from the paper.

“Stop.” You put your hand over your face in sudden embarrassment. “You’re too kind.”

“Are they wrong, though? I loved you in that black and red dress.” Tom commented and took one from the bucket.

“I had to show my man some support by wearing his colors. My man, being Spider-Man I mean. Not this loser.” You pointed you thumb at Tom.

“Hey.” He put his hand over his heart and pouted at you. “I am your man.”

“I know.” You presses a quick kiss to his still red cheeks. “I’m only teasing, lover.”

Tom looked satisfied with you answer and read his tweet.

“Not to be horny on main, but I want to hold Tom Holland’s hand.” He said. He immediately slipped his hand into yours and held them up for the camera.

“Sorry.” He said. “My hands are full.”

“@backseatL/N asks, has Y/n broken up with the Brit yet? I’m tryna know if I can shoot my shot or not.” You read. You wished you’d read it to yourself before reading it out loud. It was sure to get a rise out of Tom.

“She did not.” Tom looked directly into the camera. “So you can not.”

You could hear the tension in his voice. He was wavering from joking around to actually being serious. You squeezed his hand gently to let him know everything was alright. Tom seemed to appreciate the gesture and gave you a grateful smile.

“Sorry guys.” You said, your eyes never leaving Tom. “You know I love a London boy.”

Tom picked out a tweet that had a picture of himself at the Far From Home premiere attached.

“I would let Tom Holland break my legs. I don’t know why this photo made me realize that but it did.” He read. You took the paper in your own hands to examine the picture.

“Oh God.” You said. “Remember when you took me golfing for like our third date and you hit me in the leg with a golf ball?”

“I do.” Tom bit back a smile. “I can’t believe you let me take you on another date after that.”

He appeared to be in a better mood until you read the next tweet.

“Y/n is way too fine to be wasting her time with that toothpick. I could show her how a REAL man does it. Just wait, @YOURNAMELASTNAME, I’m coming for you. #tomhollandbetterprayup.”

You grimaced and crumpled the tweet up into a ball. Tom did not look happy and you were starting to see why.

“I think she’s been shown how a real man does it.” Tom said, trying to sound like he was kidding for the camera but not succeeding. You could tell he was throughly pissed off now and hoped the fans wouldn’t be able to tell.

“Yes I have.” You slammed your fist down like you were in court. “Real men hit you with golf balls and then laugh instead of getting you ice.”

Tom laughed at your joke so you kept going to pull him out of his sour mood. “Also, who are they calling toothpick?” You asked as you squeezed Toms bicep. “This thing feels like a ripe avocado.”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me.” Tom said in his sassy voice. You pinched his cheek before taking out another tweet.

“The sun shines for Y/n L/n. It only shines on the rest of us out of pity. It belongs to her and only her.” You read. “Aw. That was really cute.” You said. “Thank you, @fistmetonystark.”

The username caught you off guard. Tom let out a loud laugh as your face went red in embarrassment.

“Okay.” You dragged out the word. “Moving on.”

“I’m just trying to take a bubble bath and watch Home Alone with Tom Holland. Is that to much to ask?” Tom read off a paper.

“In my opinion, that is a lot to ask.” You kidded.

“I think the bath would get cold by the time the movie ended.” Tom said in an attempt to apply logic to the absurd tweet.

“But in my experience, bubble baths with Tom Holland are fun.” You saluted the camera and Tom smiled at you. Your attempt to calm him down wasn’t going unnoticed by him.

“They’re fun until Y/n gets soap in your eyes.” He said to the camera.

“Let the record show that I got soap in his eye once.” You emphasized. “And it was only because I happened to sneeze.”

Tom grabbed the leg of your stool and pulled your chair closer to his. You rested your head on his shoulder as he read the next one.

“@thatswhatmakesyoubootyful says, who said Tom Holland was allowed to have such a juicy dumper? I want answers.” Tom read and you bent over in a fit of laughter. “I can’t believe I had to read that with my own two eyes.”

“JUICY DUMPER.” You screamed. The crew laughed in the background. Tom just shook his head, stifling a laugh.

“@YOURNAMELASTNAME, I just want to put a ring on your pretty little finger. Lord knows Holland won’t do it.” You read once you caught your breath. You wiped a tear from your eye, still to fully recovering from the last tweet. Tom, who was fully recovered, took offense to this one.

“Holland will do it.” He snapped, almost sounding angry. “Holland will most definitely do it, and you can quote me on that, @chokemeharry2011.”

You giggled at the username and picked a paper out of the bucket.

“I want Tom Holland to chop me up and feed me to Tessa.” You raised your eyebrows. “Please don’t. She’s fat enough.”

“Hey!” Tom took the bucket from your hands. “Don’t make fun of my baby.”

“Your fat baby.” You said under your breath.

“Petition for Y/n L/n to win an Oscar for acting like she’s actually in love with Tom Holland.” Tom read, looking completely unamused.

“It’s not acting, but I would like an Oscar.” You poked Toms side but he was busy looking up at the ceiling with an annoyed expression. You gulped you picked up a tweet.

“I want Tom Holland to beat me with a sack of wet mice.” This got Tom laughing again, which made you relived. There were only a few left and you prayed they were tame.

“You know what Tom Holland has that I don’t have? Y/n L/n.” You began to read. “You know what I have that Tom Holland doesn’t have? Lips.”

You crumpled that one up too and gave a fake laugh.

“That one wasn’t even funny.” You said, mostly to Tom. His scowl was back on his face.

“I want to be baptized in Tom Holland’s sweat.” You tried to lighten the mood by reading one for him. He let a little air out and gave a small smile. You moved one of your legs to go over his and left it there. He wasn’t blind to what you were doing and rested his hand on your leg while taking a tweet.

“*pulls up to McDonalds window* can I get uhhhhhhh…Y/n L/n’s hand in marriage?” He read. He had to laugh at that one.

“Aw.” You looked up at the camera with a happy smile. “That’s actually wholesome. Thanks @babydollY/N.” You blew a kiss.

“That was the last one.” Tom looked inside the bucket and to his relief, didn’t see any more.

“Well that was us reading thirst tweets.” You said into the camera. “I feel like I need a shower. Or 12.”

“I feel like you need to block half the people who sent those in.” Tom half joked.

“Well, thank you so much Buzzfeed for having us.”

“And go see our movie, Spider-Man Far From Home.” Tom opened his arms out to the camera before wrapping a protective arm around your shoulders.

The camera man gave you the thumbs up, meaning he’d stopped filming. You and Tom went through the rest of your interviews for that day and didn’t get home until late. Luckily, you were doing press in London so you could stay at home and not a hotel. Tom was still acting a little off during the interviews. He kept his hand on your leg for all of them, and was a little more affectionate than usual. You were pretty sure he had kissed your cheek or lips in every single video you shot that day. Sure, that was the kind of stuff fans and shippers lived for, but Tom had never been one for PDA. When you finally got home, you asked him about his behavior.

“What’s up with you today? Is everything alright?” You asked him when you came out of the bathroom to find him lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling. You took a seat next to him as he sat up.

“I’m not gonna lie, those tweets made me kind of jealous.” Tom confessed. He insecurely toyed with your fingers and didn’t make eye contact.

“Why?” You asked him. You pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, making him look at you.

“Because I feel like the whole world wants my girl.” He said sadly.

“But to your girl, you’re the whole world.” You assured him, cupping his face in your hands. He gave you a small smile at your corny words.

“You have a way with words, don’t you L/n?” He said, cheering up a little. “And thank you for what you did in the interview. I could tell you were trying to calm me down. I was just overwhelmed by all the people pinning for you. It made me afraid I was going to lose you.” Tom admitted. You shook you head and kissed him gently.

“Don’t worry, lover. You’re not gonna lose me to @fistmesteverogers or @babydollY/N. My heart is all yours.” You told him.

“It was @fistmetonystark.” Tom corrected, looking glum again. You couldn’t help but giggle at the stupid username.

“Whoever it was, it doesn’t matter. People can tweet me whatever they want. You’re the only one I have notifications on for, baby.” You said, trying to keep the conversation light to show Tom how he had nothing to worry about.

“Don’t you have notifications on for John Mulaney?” Tom asked, a smile finally poking through.

“Shhh.” You held a delicate finger to his lips and he laughed. “That’s not important. What’s important is I’m yours and you’re mine and no thirsty tweet could ever change that.”

“It’s not the tweets that are thirsty, it’s the people.” Tom reiterated.

“Well, let them be thirsty.” You declared, still in a joking manner. “The only thirst I’m ever gonna quench is yours.”

“Y/nnnn.” Tom whined and buried his face in your neck. You felt his hot breath on your collar bones. “I’m being serious. I don’t like people thinking about you that way. There are million of boys and girls out there who want to be run over with trucks or hit with a shovel just to be in the same room as you. How can I compete?” Tom asked, the bad feelings sinking in again.

“You can’t.” You shrugged, causing Tom to look at you quizzically. “Because there’s no competition.” You finished. Tom smiled a little as you used your pinky to tilt his face towards yours. “ Tommy, I love you. I’m never gonna love anybody else. So you can be jealous over those tweets but, it’s a waste of your time. Time that could be spent giving me love and affection.”

“You know I can’t resist love and affection.” Tom said with a happy smile. You’d finally pulled him out of his slump.

“Then stop thinking about those dumb tweets and kiss me.” You ordered.

Tom obeyed and pulled you in for a long and deep kiss. He held you close to him, even when you pulled away.

“Y/n?” Tom asked softly, sounding serious all of the sudden. You wonder if all the marriage talk in the video prompted him to ask you a certain question. You didn’t let your smile poke through and kept a calm look on your face.

“Yes?” You answered sweetly. Tom took your face in his hands and stared you deeply in your eyes. You peered back at his gentle brown eyes with all the love in the world. Tom took a deep breath, looked at the floor, and then at you.

“I want you to use my face as a trampoline.” He said finally, quoting the tweet from earlier. You smacked his hands off your face and punched him (with love) in the arm.

“You’re impossible.” You grumbled, feeling like an idiot for getting your hopes up. He, on the other hand, was dying with laughter.

“I am not impossible. I was in a movie called The Impossible, so that may be where you’re getting confused.” He teased. You’d had enough of his humor and got off the bed to walk away. “Come back! I need you to foreclose on my house.”

“Leave me alone, pervert.” You laughed, pushing him away as he tried to pull you back.

“Please? I just want you to flood my basement.” Tom continued to quote the tweets and pulled you into a hug, resting his chin on top of your head. Normally it’d be a sweet gesture, but he was pushing your buttons.

“No thanks.” You answered, giving in to the hug.

“Is it because I don’t have lips?” Tom asked. You groaned loudly and pulled yourself out of his embrace before he could see you smiling.

“I think I just heard a ribbit coming from your mouth.” You called as you walked away.

“Don’t go.” He grabbed your hands and pulled you back towards him. “I just want to know how your lips feel.”

“Two can play this game,” you lowered your voice to a grave tone, “daddy thiccums.”

“Okay.” Tom held up his hands in surrender. “I’ll stop. Just please, never say those words again.”

“I won’t.” You promised. You crossed your heart with your fingers. “But it doesn’t change the fact that you’re a baddie with a fatty.”

“If you keep that up, Holland won’t put a ring on it.” Tom wagged his finger at you, giving in to the joke that made him upset earlier in the day.

“Well I simply can’t have that.” You said in a much calmer tone as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Tom rested his thick arms around your waist and held you flushed against him, pulling a little gasp from your throat.

“I can’t have that either.” Tom said lowly, a gleam of adoration in his tired brown eyes. “Can we just put today behind us and go to sleep?”

Tom picked you up bridal style before you could give him and answer. He placed you gently on the bed, both of you already having brushed your teeth, and climbed in next to you.

“Goodnight, lover of mine.” Tom yawned. He pressed a kiss to your lips before flopping onto his pillow.

“Goodnight...” You said mischievously.

“Don’t say it.” Tom warned in a tired voice.

“Da-“

You were instantly hit with a pillow.

“I told you not to say it.” Tom said, unable to hide his laughter.

“You’re right.” You said sincerely. “I’m sorry.”

You cuddled into Toms side and laid your head on his heartbeat. He rubbed lazy circles into your back and leaned his chin into your hair.

“But @chokemeharry2011 would never treat me this way.” You said quickly.

And thus, you were hit with another pillow.

Levi Ackerman x Reader

This is my first post so I’m sorry if I’ve formatted this wrong or something I’m still learning the ropes. I figured my first fic would be about Levi Ackerman cause he’s hot and I’m kind of obsessed with him rn. I won’t post things sometimes cause I have college (UK version), sport clubs and work sooo some updates might be slow. Anyways please enjoy I don’t mind constructive criticism (although I’d rather you didn’t because I do this for fun and it would kind of take some of the joy from it, but if you think you could help me improve then please let me know) but I beg no rude comments this is for fun cause I love writing.

Summary: You’ve been missing for three weeks outside of the wall on an expedition that went bad. Very bad. It’s a surprise to everyone when you turn up outside the wall still alive and critically wounded

Warnings: slight angst, violence, swearing, mild graphic descriptions of injury, Levi having a mild tea relapse

Also this story is long so be prepared

Disclaimer: I don’t own Attack on Titan or any of its characters (but it would be amazing if I did), I also don’t own you (obviously) or the gif below

Holding On

Levi sat in his office.

It was dimly lit with candles that flickered in their bronze stands, his reports all stacked neatly to one side to be dealt with later. The rain outside hammering down on the office window like tears the heavens sent their grief and misery onto the unsuspecting world below. The tiny beads of crystal water rolling down the cool glass and sliding to the ground where scouts rushed to get inside, the sky a haunting grey thick with dismal clouds, not allowing the sun any chance to warm the faces of the shivering people.

Levi couldn’t care less about his subordinates rushing past his door to get to the fire places to warm their frozen hands. Instead he took pleasure in drumming his fingers on the polished wood of his desk, the rhythm the only noise he could hear as his fingers continued to move up and down. His chin rested on his other hand, the elbow propped up on the arm rest of his chair, jaw set firmly in a grimace as his mind continued to unrestlessly ponder over the one thing that had consumed his for the last three weeks.

Where where you?

He’d be damned if he said you were dead. Your body left for those brutes, the Titans, to feast on. No you weren’t dead. You had been one of the best cadets he had ever seen although he would never admit it, and you were capable of taking care of yourself. You always had been. But still... the training he provided could only offer so much compared to what actually lay outside the walls. The wooden cut outs of those lumbering beasts was child’s play when up against their actual counterparts.

Three weeks alone outside was a death sentence to almost anyone, even the best of the best could not go that long. ODM gear needed gas to work, how could anyone go three weeks on one canister? Not to mention blades, only equipped with so many and they broke so often...with these facts it seemed almost too likely you were dead.

Levi squeezed his eyes shut briefly, the drumming on the desk intensified as the grip on his chin tightened. No. He refused to believe it until he was given proof. Being unrealistic was not in his nature, but when it came to the woman he loved he was prepared to go as far as believe the impossible. He had a girlfriend, many had conceived that that in itself was impossible, but alas they were proven wrong, they would be proven wrong again.

Still it was hard to ignore the whispers, the rumours and the looks of sympathy he recieved from the other scouts. That you were dead. That you had been lost with your squadron and were never coming back, that his denial was foolish. He would only glare and the whispers would stop, but it would get to him. It always did.

He had so little in this world that he cared for. To have his lover ripped from him as well was more then he could handle, he didn’t want to be alone in the coldness and disparity of what the universe had left to offer him. His life had been no joy ride the only thing that made it worth living was knowing you were in it with him.

It never helped that Erwin was so persistent in trying to get him to sign you off as deceased. The commander begging Levi to look at the facts and have you officially written off, Levi made a small ‘tch’ noise at the thought of his commander pushing him to sign his girlfriend’s death certificate. Bastards. The lot of them.

Standing from his chair he paced over to the window, his half lidded eyes reflected in the thoroughly cleaned glass, the splashes of raindrops mirroring where tears should be falling from his eyes. He wouldn’t cry. He refused to cry over someone who was still alive. He knew that if he cried it would become real, he needed to hang on to the hope that you were coming home, that you would be in his arms again. If he showed weakness, if he bowed to his anxiety and fears it would consume him. He would not allow it.

His thoughts were ripped from him when he heard a knock on his door. He stayed perfectly still, his eyes shifting to where the oak door stood. He really did not want company right now. He didn’t even feel like drinking tea which was serious in his case. Growling to himself he dragged the green velvet curtain across the window to hide the misery of the outside world before seating himself back in his chair.

“Name and business.” he drawled.

“Levi?” a voice called out, it took all his strength not to roll his eyes “it’s me.”

“What is it Hange?” he grumbled.

“I bought you some tea.” she said, her tone missing it’s usual spark and insanity.

“Not interested, now go away I have paperwork.” he replied pinching the bridge of his nose trying to hold his frustration, he knew she was hurting too, he didn’t want to snap he wasn’t in the mood. He knew why she was really here. He hadn’t spoken to anyone apart from Erwin for weeks. Hange would understand his wanted space but only for a certain amount of time before she felt like she needed to intervene. He didn’t want to be told he was being stupid for believing you were alive, because he already knew it.

“Please Levi, I need to talk to you.” Hange pleaded from the other side of the door “I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t be.” he growled “I don’t need your pity.”

“Please?”

“I said no. Goddammit. Just leave me alone Four eyes.” he snapped, his free hand banging against the desk causing the picture frame on it to wobble and fall.

There was a brief silence and Levi selfishly hoped Hange had accepted defeat and walked away. But he knew her better then that. She was friends with you for a reason: you were both annoyingly stubborn.

“(Y/n) was my friend too. You don’t think I’m not ok?”

Lifting his head from his hand he stared at the door where the Section Commander stood behind. He could imagine her standing pathetically outside, a cup of tea in her hands and tears rolling down her freckled face. He glanced over at the fallen frame and reached forward to pick it up, the drawing on the other side causing his heart to skip beats, the breath hitching in in his throat forming a lump.

(a/n idk if they have photos in AOT but just imagine it was taken by those old fashioned ones that seems to fit)

It was a photo taken on your first date. Hange had found an old camera, or so they had called it in the old days, and had decided to capture the moment. Levi could be seen yelling at Hange to stop as (y/n) hid behind the collar of her jacket, the picture was fuzzy and in black and white, but it was a memory that still stayed clear in his head. If he was lucky he would dream about that night, but only in the occasion he actually went to sleep. Levi felt a small yet sad smile work it’s way onto his face as he could recall the fun he had that evening and the many more that came. Maybe...would never come again.

Hange had been one of your best friends. The two of you inseparable, he had realised that she was part of the package deal that came with dating you, although it was a small price to pay if it meant he could wake up to you beside him every morning. He knew you would be angry with him if he let Hange suffer by herself, he had an obligation to Hange for you. Otherwise he would never endure her alone. It’s what you would want. No. No past tense talk. You weren’t dead.

Pushing the thought to the back of his mind he placed the photo onto his desk and stood up from his chair once again, his legs carrying him over to the door before unlocking it and revealing the puffy, red face of Hange. The brunette was a mess, bits of hair falling out of her ponytail into her face, her jacket zipper not done up properly and her goggles swung around her neck. Levi stared at her, his expression unamused as she pushed her way in and placed herself on the leather sofa.

Levi watched her, his hand still resting on the bronze door handle before sighing and closing it shut behind him, returning to his desk chair he chose to not look at her before elegantly placing him self back into it. Hange pulled some tissues from her sleeve and blew her nose, causing Levi to scruch up his own in response. He had cleaned this office every day you had been missing to relive his mind from the stress, he didn’t it want it to be cluttered with Hange’s snot filled rags. He reached down and slid a small waste basket across the floor where it stopped by her feet. He might be distraught over you but that was no reason he would stop being hygienic. Not yet.

“I thought you said you had tea.” he said dryly, she smiled weakly and dabbed her eyes.

“I lied. I didn’t think you’d let me in if I didn’t have any.” she answers her voice thick with snot.

“What did you plan to do if I had wanted the tea?” he asked exasperated.

“Umm...I- I hadn’t thought that far through.” she muttered tossing the slimy tissue into the bin more snot and tears running down her cheeks.

“Tch.” Levi scoffed rolling his eyes and grabbing the tissues from his desk throwing them at Hange, they proceeded to hit her in the head and roll into her lap “at least try to look respectable while covered in your own filth.”

“I just miss her so much...” she bawled, Levi watched her carefully, his heart aching as much as hers but in a less dramatic and disgusting way.

“She’s coming back Hange.” Levi replied glancing back at the photo, his eyes softening ever so slightly “she’s still out there. It’s just a matter of time.”

“Her mission was only supposed to take three days max...she’s been gone much longer...” Hange snivelled, her breathing irregular and loud “we sent multiple search parties by your request and still didn’t find anything.”

“They just didn’t look hard enough.” Levi argued turning away from her.

“Levi...they searched as far as they could.”

“That’s not good enough.” he growled, his fists clenching “if Erwin had let me search too we would have found her...the stupid brat...she can take care of herself alright.”

“I know she can Levi...” Hange answered beginning to calm down, her nose red and eyes swollen as she pulled out another tissue, Levi raised a brow slightly as he turned back to face her rubbing his face with his hand “you taught her well. But, there’s a point when...w-when training just isn’t enough.”

Her voice cracked as another wave of water works over came her, her doe brown eyes brimming with salty tears again grabbing another tissue. Levi countied to watch her, his mind to numb to notice the mess she was making on his leather sofa as she tried to clean it off by rubbing it with her hand only making it worse, she quickly sat infront if it before Levi could notice.

Even Hange, the optimist, believed you were dead. He refused to look at her sorry state, he couldn’t understand why Hange would turn her back on you, one of her best friends. He wasn’t ready to give up hope yet.

“You’re wrong Hange,” he said plainly, she glanced up at him pulling the damp tissue away from her face “(y/n) is alive. You’re failure to continue believing that is pathetic. No other brat has her experience, experience outranks skill and any amount of training. If she doesn’t survive this no one can, not even me. I’m not going to believe she’s dead because we both know she’s not, you just refuse to see past that. You can either sit here snivelling and continue crying like a damned child, or you can grow the hell up. Either way it’s no bother to me, so long as you stop blubbering and telling me she’s gone.”

Hange stated at him, her lip quivering as she held her hands below her face in fists, her body shaking slightly as his harsh and cold tone pierced her wall of self pity and grief. Her fingers shakily pushing her glasses up her nose and pulling the stands of her hair back into place, correcting her zipper and blowing her nose one last time. Deep, deep down she knew Levi was just as broken as her, just as distraught and worried. The man hadn’t slept more then two hours a night at best, she knew he was hurting, he just showed it in his own Levi way: to bottle it up. She wouldn’t play into his fantasy, sure she would help him however he needed, but to continue the facade was going to get him nowhere. Levi needed to let go. She had to tell him now or she never would. She knew she would break his spirit completely, but Erwin had told her to tell Levi, even if it sent the Corporal into a fit of anger.

“Levi...” she whispered, raising her head to meet his steely gaze “the papers were signed an hour ago. She’s legally proclaimed dead.”

His heart froze. His face expressionless. Hange felt scared more then she ever had been. No Titan could ever instill fear like the stiffness and sudden silence of the Corporal. He eye twitching and his icy glare hardened.

No.

No.

No.

No.

It couldn’t be. He hadn’t even filed the report for that, as (y/n)’a direct superior he was the only one who could green light the authorisation. Erwin needed his signature too to warrant her death certificate. He tried to breath, was he breathing? No he didn’t think he was. There wasn’t any air. He slammed his fists down onto the table again causing Hange to jump violently as Levi grabbed his quill ink and launched it across the room, the onyx liquid crashing to the floor sending streaks of it across the walls and floors. He leaned into his hands, tears leaking down his pale cheeks, the droplets landing on his shiny desk as he silently wept.

“Erwin had your authority on it overruled by an official.” Hange continued her voice catching in her throat “she was declared dead an hour ago.”

Levi has stopped listening, his mind no longer functioning properly. His head was light, like he was on morphine, the world didn’t feel real. He was dreaming he had to be, this wasn’t real, it was all one bad dream he would wake soon to find you next to him. He would hear you laugh as he grumbled a good morning, he would smell your shampoo on his bedsheets, he would get to run his fingers through your (h/c) hair again. He would get to wrap his arms around your slim hips and steal secret kisses again and again for the rest of his life.

The tears wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t make them. He wasn’t in control.

“He can’t do that...” he growled wiping his eyes dry, standing uprubtly he grabbed his cloak from the coat hanger and placed it over his shoulders, Hange stood too.

“Where is he?”

“Levi don’t...”

“If you don’t tell me where the fuck he is Four eyes I will see to it that your head is removed from your fucking shoulders.” he barked his reserved persona dissipating. Hange’s eyes quivered as she watched the Corporal’s eyes flash with seething white anger.

“Helping on Wall Maria...surveying the outside...east from here.” she stammered her nerves shot, Levi nodded.

“What are you gonna do?” she asked hoarsely.

Levi opened the door before glancing back at her, his grey eyes holding danger beneath their stormy exterior.l before exiting his office slamming the heavy door behind him. Rushing down the corridor pulling the emerald hood over his raven hair he made his way to the stables to ready his horse.

...

Levi landed on top of Wall Maria pulling the grappling hooks from the old stone wall as he did, causing the scouts around him to jump. Their once bright green cloaks turned an unflattering dark fern as the onslought of rain hounded the freezing humans. They saluted once they recognised who he was, he ignored them, his eyes locked on the tall blonde man before him staring through a pair of binoculars. Pushing his way past the scouts he made his way over, fighting the vicious winds that pulled him back.

“You bastard!” he yelled over the rain, Erwin turned to face the small man, his expression falling into one of distress as he saw his friend march over.

“Corporal, you’re not supposed to be here.” Erwin replied, Levi growled.

“And you’re not supposed to sign her fucking death warrant!” he yelled back, Erwin visibly flinched his eyes glazing over with a dull sadness before he turned away raising the binoculars to his eyes once again.

“It was the best decision, we couldn’t leave an open case.” Erwin responded as Levi cast his eyes to the outside the rain and fog too heavy to see more then five hundreds meters “she’s dead Ackerman. Accept it.”

Whether it was the abhorrent weather or the grief that had torn him apart, maybe it was the slight insomnia, maybe even the admitted tea relapse, Levi didn’t know what he was doing until he had done it. Erwin was sent flying across the ground, Levi’s fist out in front of him his breathing laboured and strained. He watched as Erwin tumbled dangerously close to the edge of the wall, his scouts coming forward to help him stand. The Commander’s face smeared in thick blood, his nose bent at an unnatural angle, the rain washing away any fallen drops of sticky scarlet liquid.

Levi stood straight pulling his arm back under his cloak, his hood having been blown back, his dark hair beginning to be quickly drenched by the rain, the wind howling in protest as it was pushed into high speeds. The scouts helping Erwin up shot Levi curious looks before resuming post. Erwin glowered at his Corporal who stood grounded, his stance passive his back hunched slightly as his shoulders dropped in defeat. It was then Erwin noticed the tears that ran down his friends face.

In the rain it was easy to overlook, but Erwin knew. He could see the tears run down his cheeks and land on the floor, any hostility was swept away as the two men stood opposite each other. The wind billowing through their cloaks, pressing unwanted kisses into their frozen skin, Levi’s fingers curled into fists as he continued to stare at the floor, he raised a hand to his face still covered in blood and wiped it across his cheek smearing himself in Erwin’s blood.

Erwin could only watch. Humanity’s strongest broken before him. Nothing but a man crying for the loss of his loved one. Levi would think he was being weak. Erwin had seen men cry over much less, to see Levi condemned to tears was humbling.

Levi has lost more in under half his life span then anyone person lost in their entirety. Levi has been dealt bad hands since he could walk, the world had left him one good thing to savour, to protect and cherish and just as quickly as it had given it to him, it had taken back. Levi was not weak. It took years of torture before he would ever breakdown, and it seemed that he could no longer bare the weight.

He truly felt he had nothing left to live for.

Erwin’s heart beat faster in his ribs as he watched the stoic man cry and before Levi could protest he was engulfed in an embrace.

He gasped as Erwin pulled him close into his body, the small man too stunned to do anything. He didn’t have the strength to pull away, he didn’t have the willpower. There was no point in fighting the affection no matter how little he wanted it. There was nothing left to do but cry. It was over. She was legally proclaimed dead and despite his stubborness, despite him always believing she was alive, everyone else would speak in past tense about her, they would speak like she were deceased, they would mourn if they already hadn’t, they would give her a headstone, they would truly believe she was gone.

“I loved her...” Levi whispered his voice breaking, his arms by his side as Erwin held him tightly.

“I know.” the commmader replied “I know.”

“Commander!”

A voice tore its way through the wind reaching the ears of the two men who ripped away from each other. The scout who had shouted was pointing to something beyond the wall.

“What is it? Titans?” he yelled back brining his own binoculars up to his face. Levi turned away, his mind to strained to care about what was happening, his hands brushed over the hilts of his swords, his eyes dull and lifeless as he glanced back to Erwin getting ready to return to his horse below.

“Corporal! What do you make of this?” a scout yelled to him, sighing Levi turned around to see the entire group staring out at a dark shape making its way slowly towards the wall. Curious, Levi walked up to the edge beside Erwin who handed him his binoculars, Levi stared at them.

“It’s got to be a Titan!”

“No it’s too small and slow!”

“What else could it be?”

“I don’t know but I’ve never seen a titan move like that, it’s too elegant!”

“It looks...it looks like a horse!”

“There’s someone on it!”

Without hesitation Levi snatched the binoculars from Erwin’s hand and placed them over his own eyes. Looking down to where the others were he could see the unmistakable shape of a horse walking slowly toward the wall, ontop of it was a cloaked figure, the fabric torn and stained in what appeared to be blood. Locks of (h/c) hair were flying out from underneath, the figure slumped in the saddle slightly, one hand steering the horse the other clutching their left side.

“It’s a scout!”

“Can you see who?”

“Not yet.”

Levi felt his heart beat faster, the air suddenly drowning him as a new wave of hope and adrenaline rushed through his veins. He continued to stare through the binoculars as tb figure got closer, it was becoming clearer now. The horse a dapple grey, the rider...the riders hood had fallen back...

“It’s Captain (y/l/n)!”

“She’s alive?”

“Holy shit.”

A strained gasp escaped his lips as he shoved the binoculars back into Erwin’s hands.

“Get those damn gates open now!” Levi yelled is voice echoing into the endless hills around, the scouts jumped to work rushing towards the gates to open them.

Levi could only keep his eyes on your figure as it came closer, the horse picking up stamina as he saw he was nearly home. Levi could see you much clearer now, you were hunched over yourself clutching a great bloody mass seeping though your dirtied white shirt, your scout jacket caked in layers of blood and filth. Your hair a tangled mess as it blew across your face, the wind pushing harder almost causing you to tumble to the ground, clutching the reins tighter you mustered one last kick to your horse’s sides as he picked up the pace.

You glanced up, your joints creaking in protest as your tiered eyes caught sight of the blurred figures standing on the wall. Home. You were back home. Tensing slightly as another gust of violent wind tried to pull you away, you clenched your jaw in pain as your shivering hands tried to put pressure on the huge hole in your side, the blood warm and sticky as it seeped through your shirt, staining your horses grey coat in red.

Your body numb from the cold, your fingertips tinted an ugly purple colour, your joints crying in pain to stop, to just give up. You glanced back at your side where you could see muscle tissue peaking out, the skin torn and shredded where a Titan had tried to devour you just twenty minutes ago. If you move your fingers slightly you could feel whatvfelt like an organ. Your ribs broken and your left toe dislocated. You probably had more injuries that were invisible to the untrained eye, huge black bruises littered your body and your mind was all but shut down.

Your horse made it closer to the gate which was now up, the wall inviting you in closer to the security of your home. Levi was waiting on the other side of that wall. He was probably worried sick, you hated the idea of him not eating or sleeping over you. But you didn’t have time to ponder about your boyfriend’s lack of self care over you, you already knew he would be angry with you. He’ll never let you out of his sight again, he would berate you, tell you the torture you put him through was Hell and then some. You could already hear his voice, you could already feel his warm lips pressed against you own, you could already smell the lemon and mint on his breath. If you were going for die...you would die thinking of him.

Your horse entered the wall, the creaking chains behind you wailing as the gate was promptly ceadled shut. All you could hear was the shouts of voices, the sounds all merging together into a high pitched ringing, you glanced around trying to make sense of what was happening as a sea of green cloaks billowed around you, your head swimming. You could make out a tall blonde shouting orders as everyone rushed around, looking up you could see supply kits being passed around, someone grabbed your horse. You felt a flood of heat make its way through your stomach, a thickness in your throat before leaning forward and coughing blood onto a scout below you, the taste of rust in your mouth as blood dripped from your cracked lips.

“Sorry,” you whispered to the scout now covered in your blood, before a final wave of exhaustion washed through you, your hand that had gripped the reins so tightly finally ceasing their hold and your feet dropping from the stirrups, you fell from your horse into a pair of strong arms.

Glancing up through half closed eyes you caught a blurred glimpse of steely grey eyes, the owner barking orders at the flurry of scouts as he began to walk you away from the commotion. He was saying something but you couldn’t hear him, his voice just a series of low pitched sound as he held you tightly to his firm chest, his arms secured around you promising to never let you fall.

Then everything faded into black.

...

Pain.

That was all you felt. A dull ache radiating throughout your bones, your joints stiff and unbending, your muscles twitching and cramping at the slightest movement. Breathing was laboured, your chest stung at every push and pull of your lungs, the air in your nose and mouth raspy as you fought for the right to breath. Your eyelids were heavy as you tried to force them open, screaming to be closed a few minutes longer. Gathering the last ounce of strength you pushed them open to be greeted by the wooden ceiling of the infirmary, the white hospital sheets around your body preventing you from seeing any of the damage inflicted on your body.

Groaning in agony your bit your lip to prevent a scream was you tried to sit up, bandages covering against every part below your neck to your waist. A faint red stain could be seen on the side and you wondered what resided beneath? Perhaps an ugly scar. You squeezed your eyes shut at the thought as you tried to push it from your mind. You breathlessly leaned your head against the headboard, looking around to see that curtains had been drawn around you to give you privacy. You weren’t going to lie you were grateful they had considered that you wouldn’t want to be seen like this.

The incredible Captain (y/l/n) laying weakened and alsmot dying in the infirmary. What would your squad say? That was when it hit you. They couldn’t say anything. Not anymore. The visions of them being desimated by the titans still ran clear in your mind like an endless river of nightmares. You shuddered violently causing another surge of pain to crash into your system. You brought a hand up to rake through your now washed and detangled hair but found it was caught in a vice like grip.

Glancing down you felt your body relax ever so slightly. Your mind stopped the galavanting thoughts that plagued your mind and slowed, allowing you to take in everything at once. And by everything you meant the man in the chair who’s hand was tightly wrapped around yours.

Levi was leant back in a chair beside your bed, one hand propping his chin up and the other still desperately clutching your own. He was so peaceful, his usual frown and stoic expressions wiped clean, his face just relaxed as he snored lightly, his ebony hair falling over his closed eyes as his chest would rise and fall. You watched him. Your eyes never wanting to take themselves away. The rest of the world falling away as the both of you were left to your own heaven as your eyes bored into his sleeping form, he was here. He was here, sat beside you holding your hand.

It took all your strength not to wake him up, to be joined by his company. But you knew it was probably the first time he had slept in a long while, you had done that to him so you would let him sleep. It was the least you owed him and besides, you were perfectly content watching him sleep. Three weeks you had been surviving the outside world, only your horse for company and you supposed the Titans would count as some form of company, if company meant being seen as an appetiser. You shuddered violently at the memory of being in the trees, trying to sleep as the titans below tried to reach up and climb the smooth bark. You had cited more times in the past three weeks then you had in your entire lifetime, the weather had not been kind either, your fingers almost shattering from the icy temperatures. Food had been impossible to find, you had even considered eating your horse at some points, but he had been loyal and was your only escape from Titans.

You felt your hand grip Levi’s tighter as the horrors came flooding back. The screams of your team mates the feeling of being alone, the world hopeless and against you. You had some nights where you had dreamt you were back in HQ, in Levi’s arms or eating lunch with Hange, or helping Petra with the horses. You had dreamt of the security and family you thought you would never see again. Everyday had been hell. You had been to hell. You had seen hell. You didn’t know if you would ever be prepared to step foot out there again.

“Ah, you’re awake finally.”

Jolting from your thoughts you glanced up to see the nurse, her long white skirts covered in small splayterings of blood, her ginger hair pinned under a nurse cap. She held the curtains back in one hand, a warm smile on her face as she clutched a food tray in her other arm. She set the tray down on the bedside table and closed the curtain again before returning to your side. Another nurse entered behind her, a much younger one with brown hair and bright green eyes.

“You’re awake!” she exclaimed quite loudly causing you to cringe your head still sore “oh sorry, I’ll go and get the Commander!”

You assumedshe was a trainee nurse as she left in a flurry of feet and exited the med wing. The ginger nurse turned back to you a smile on her face.

“Dislocated toes, broken ribs, multiple bruising not to mention slight frost bite and a concussion. You’re a trooper.” she said warmly her brown eyes dimming slightly when she saw that you were not smiling, clearing her throat she continued “the left side of your torso has some serious injury, the stitches can only do so much to hold some of your organs in, the skin will heal by itself but it will leave permanent scarring.”

“What else is new?” you asked pointing to multiple scars that already littered your body from years of training gone wrong and fighting, earning a small chuckle from the nurse as she stepped forward.

“How are we feeling?” she asked softly as she gently took your arms in hers checking your pulse “your pulse is much stronger, it was hardly beating when you came to us.”

You nodded, your head still slightly fuzzy, your eyes glancing over to Levi who still hadn’t stirred. He must have been tiered if he hadn’t woken up at the nurse’s intrusion. You glanced back up to meet her eyes and you could see the warmth in them as she pulled a stethoscope from her apron pocket and leant over you, pressing the cool metal to your chest.

“He’s been here the whole time.” she said softly “he refused to leave your side, it took five men to try and stop him and let the doctors work and even that didn’t prevent him. He must really care for you.”

“Yeah,” you breathed letting your thumb rub against the back of his hand, your heart flittering and the first real warmth you felt for a while spread through you body “what-what happened?”

“It’s quite a story. From what I heard the moment you got into the wall you collapsed from your horse into his arms,” the nurse said glancing up from her report files to where Levi was still sleeping “he stormed the corridors with you clutched tightly in his arms, he was yelling at anyone who got in his way, it was very frightening. He demanded certain medics and he wouldn’t let any of your friends get too close in case the stitches tore or incase they woke you up. You’re a lucky girl, the Corporal doesn’t let many people get close to him but you already know that. He must have been an absolute mess about you.”

“Levi doesn’t stoop to that point, he’s always so collected,” you whispered never letting your eyes off him “He’ll only ever show you what he wants you to see, he’s strong like that.”

The nurse nodded gently as she put her files away and took your aching arm into her warm hands as she began to remove the bandages, you released a subtle gasp and hiss as a jolt of pain was sent surging through your body. Instinctively you pushed her away and you saw Levi stir slightly as you placed a hand over where the pain had come from, a few tears squeaking out your eyes as your side continued to throb.

“Shit, I’m-I’m sorry I...” you panted tensing as another wave of pain coarsed through you.

“I-I’ll get more morphine...we can leave those on for now.” she said calmly as she turned on her heal and left.

“Shit...” you heaved again leaning back into the pillows, the feathers that lined the inside crunching slightly as you rested your head back, the pain ebbing away.

“Don’t you ever do anything like that again brat,”

“You’re awake?”

“I haven’t slept properly since the day I was born, it’s not about to start now.” Levi drawled as he stared at you from where he was sat in his chair, you smiled softly.

“I-I’m sorry Levi...before you tell me how much pain I put you through I’m sorry I-“

“Save it.” he partially snapped causing you to close your mouth as he stood up from his chair “I don’t want to hear an apology. As far as I see it you don’t owe one. I never lost my faith in you, I never once believed you were gone, I wouldn’t let anyone else believe it either. I owe you a thank you for coming back. For coming back to me.”

You stared up at him frozen slightly. You watched as he perched himself on the bed beside you, he reached forward gently grabbing your hair in a fist as he lowered himself down, his nose centimetres from yours, his minty breath hot against your skin, his eyes no longer malicious and cold but filled with the presence of unfallen tears. He leaned in pressing his lips to yours, you didn’t object as you raised a hand up to run over the shaven part of his hair until your fingers became tangled in his thick raven hair.

His body pressing gently into your own as his grasp on your hair loosened and he brought it down to the back of your neck as he pushed your lips closer into his, you let your other hand run up his arm, the material of his white shirt creasing beneath your long fingers to let you feel the firm yet lean muscle beneath.

Gently Levi, pulled away pressing his forehead to yours, his hand holding your head up. He eventually brought his lips up to press against your forehead before pressing his forehead back into yours, his hands gentle with you. You glanced down at the bed sheets where a small damp spot stared back at you, then another and another . The drops falling onto the cotton sheets making small ‘plap’ sounds. Glancing up you felt your heart ache and lurch in distress when you saw him, his face looking down, hidden behind a curtain of hair, his breathing irregular and body trembling, small droplets running from his cheeks onto the bed.

“Levi?”

He looked up, the tears streaming down his face in such an uncharacteristic way you had to double take that you were sure it was him. But it was, his eyes brimming with tears that continued to pour, his face still as expressionless as ever but his eyes telling you all you needed to know. He was letting all his pent up grief and anger out. For the last time.

“Levi...please don’t- don’t cry,” you whispered reaching forward to grasp his hands wiping the tears from his face, you had never seen him like this, it was honestly frightening “I’m ok...I’m alive.”

“They signed your damn death certificate.” he answered his voice not even wavering the tears beginning to slow as he let the last few roll onto the bed taking your hands in his own “you were pronounced dead legally. I was so powerless. I hate that feeling. I couldn’t come to find you, I was the most lost I’d ever felt. What if I never got to see your stupid, beautiful fucking face ever again? You can’t do that to me (y/n), you can’t leave me alone on this world. I don’t have anyone else.”

You bit your lip. You had only ever seen him this vulnerable a few times in his life. It took him years before he felt comfortable enough to show the sensitive and human side of him. He would only ever show you what he wanted you to see, he wanted you to see this side of him, he allowed it to happen and that was a privilege very few got to see. You grasped his hand in your own and raised it to your chest, his eyes watching as you placed it down over the bandages that covered your torso. Clasping both hands over his you let his hand rest there, his eyes never leaving your hands.

“Feel that Levi. Feel my heart beat,” you whispered his eyes softened ever so slightly it was almost invisible, but he could. He could feel the steady beat of your heart below “I’m alive, I’m here. I won’t ever leave you. I will always come back to you.”

He was quiet. Just taking in the steady pulse below his palm, his eyes closing briefly as he began to calm himself his eyes falling back into their natural bored expression, although a small smile rested on his face.

“I was angry at you. At Erwin, at your squad, at the world.” he sighed looking up at you “but mostly myself.”

“Don’t be. The only reason I survived so long out there was because of your training. You always say nothing instills discipline like pain. Your intense, albeit ruthless, training taught me to endure whatever the world threw at me. But most importantly I couldn’t die without seeing you again. You may not know it Levi, but you saved me. Don’t ever think for a moment you should hate yourself for it.”

He didn’t say anything. Instead he nodded curtly before leaning in for another kiss, you smiled into it as he once again buried his lips against yours, a subtle moan coming from him as you ran your hand over his thigh, his own hands gently wrapping around your back, careful to avoid the stitches but you wouldn’t have cared about any pain. His kiss was all the morphine you would ever need.

“Woah cool it you guys you don’t want to send the whole med wing into flames.”

Levi growled lowly at the voice gently pulling away to turn and glare at the group that stood behind him, his grip around your back tightened ever so slightly as Hange, Erwin and Levi’s own squad joined you. A small smile on your face at the sight of your friends, Hange squealed loudly and lunged towards you a cry of protest coming from the group to remind about the stiches but before she could embrace me in a crippling hug, Levi had stood up and reached across the bed, he yanked her back by the collar of her jacket causing her to stumble back into Gunther who caught her. Levi stayed standing beside you shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Be careful four eyes.” he said a hint of aggression in his dull tone as the brunette straightened her glasses glaring at him “otherwise you’ll be the one in the hospital bed.”

“Zip it doom and gloom,” she snapped back as she walked over again in a more controlled manner before wrapping her arms gently around you, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“It’s good to see you (y/n),” Eld said warmly as the rest of the members of his squad nodded.

“We’re so glad your home,” Petra added clasping her hands together.

“Love you (y/n).” Oluo said folding his arms a smile in his face which was quickly wiped off from a cold look from Levi.

“Dude she’s Levi’s girl not yours.” Eld muttered to the other man who blushed a deep red.

“We know you like to pretend to be him but there’s got to be a line drawn somewhere.” Petra teased, Oluo’s face growing redder as he hissed at then to shut up.

“Thanks guys.” you said as Hange continued to smother you “I’m...I’m glad to be back.”

Hange pulled out of the hug pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek as she continued to wipe tears from her face. Levi rolled his eyes when he saw that your cheek was now covered in her saliva and proceeded to pull a tissue out of his pocket and wipe it off, you felt a blush creep up on your cheeks.

“I’ve missed you so much...the world just wasn’t the same.” Hange gushed “I was so worried I...I even got snot on Levi’s sofa...”

“You what?” Levi said darkly causing Hange to shrink back and cower behind Erwin, you placed a hand in Levi’s arm and he relaxed slightly. He would get Hange to clean it up later.

“Did any of my squad come back?” you asked glancing around at the group, they all looked at the floor any humour in the atmosphere vanishing and a quiet “oh” left you lips.

“It’s ok (y/n), you have us.” Petra said a little too enthusiastically and you nodded your eyes glacing over as a heavy sadness came over you, your throat becoming strained as you tried to hold back the tears.

“None of them?” you asked your voice cracking as you sallowed a lump rising in your throat, your eyes beginning to feel scratchy. Levi placed a hand on your shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his waist pulling him in close to you, he leaned down to press a kiss to your hair.

“We gave them all a service.” Erwin said hoarsely “we just...we need to know what happened.”

“Erwin,” Levi drawled his voice low and warning “not now.”

“No it’s ok.” you breathed wiping your eyes and pulling your face away from Levi’s toned stomach “I don’t really know...w-we were heading back actually from the mission, the forests were so quiet. Not even a bird was singing. You know when you can just feel the trouble before it happens? Then they came for us. A whole hoard of them just running through the forest, it didn’t take them long to devour everyone, I led a small group of us through the thicker parts of the forest hoping to lose the titans, they couldn’t get through quick enough a-and...”

You swallowed loudly to stop another rush of tears as the others looked sympathetically towards you, Levi staring to the side his fist clenched tightly his jaw set firmly.

“Those woods go on for miles. The titans had me turned around and I’d lost my compass in the onslaught. I used the stars to navigate my way back, but I was already so far from home...the titans slowed me down too. My horse... is my horse ok?”

“Tch,” Levi scoffed quietly, of course you’d be worried about the damned horse even though you were lying here with critical injuries.

“He’s fine. He’s exhausted but he’ll be fine.” Erwin said and you nodded settling back into the pillows “(y/n) I want you to know that no one expects you to go back out there. You can train the cadets if you desire, or you can help with things around the walls. We will all understand.”

“No.” you said quickly “I became a scout to help keep humanity safe. I’m not going to stop now. I thought I would give up and die out there, if I can help protect people I will. Otherwise my squad died in vain.”

“(Y/n)...” Levi began but you cut him off, glaring up at him.

“I’m not giving up, I’m going to go back out there when I’m ready to. As soon as I get given the green light you’ll see me be the first on my horse. I don’t care what you say, I have to keep fighting. It’s something I’m not going to stop.”

You heard Levi sigh heavily through his nostrils, you knew there would be an argument about it later but for know he knew that you needed rest and little to no mental strain. You were positive he would try to stop you whether it be delaying your report for release or making you train longer then needed, you had no doubt Levi would have strong input in your decisions. If he did let you go you knew he would be damned if you went without him.

“Think about it.” Erwin said warmly, you nodded although you were sticking to your own mind.

“I have morphine and... oh my that’s a lot of people.” the nurse said as she returned, a tray of needles in her hands as she stepped through the crowd “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask some of you to leave.”

“We understand,” Erwin said “let’s go.”

The others nodded and left uttering their goodbyes as Hange enveloped you in another hug, Levi having to pry her off to let the nurse near you and demanding she clean the snot from his sofa. Levi sat back down in his chair, the nurse threw him a look about to open her mouth but he promptly glared at her and she closed her mouth deciding that askin ghim to leave was out of the question. Asking for your arm as she raised the needle up and inserted it into your skin, a sharp pinch of pain and you felt the morphine inside squelch into your system as she dabbed a tissue over the spec of blood.

“What’s that one?” you asked as she raised another needle, Levi watched her carefully.

“It’s a sleeping drought,” she said softly “you’ve been asleep for forty eight hours, you need more rest.”

You nodded as she injected it into you before cleaning up and walking away. You lolled your head over to where Levi was still sat, your hand back on his as he watched you through half lidded eyes, his face just as straight and unsmiling as ever. His thumb rubbed the back of your hand as your head became less clouded, your eyelids growing heavier.

“You’ll be here when I wake up won’t you?” you asked lazily as the sleeping drug kicked in, your muscles becoming heavy as a wave of exhaustion waged over you.

“I have no where better to be.” Levi said dryly and you managed a small laugh.

“Hard ass.” you whispered as your eyes finally closed allowing your mind to be at ease for a few more hours but not before catching a glimpse of Levi smiling to himself and muttering:

“I love you brat. But if you ever die on me, I’ll make you lick my boots clean.”

You only rolled your eyes before falling into a deep sleep. Levi never left your side.

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Done! Oh my god that was long I’m so sorry. If you made it this far thank you, I really hope you liked it. Ummm I suppose if you have any requests you can suggest them because I’m sure your imagination and simping for Levi are just as strong as mine. I can also do things for other characters and other tv shows like Avatar the last airbender or even Death Note or maybe your more of a Marvel or Star Wars kind of person? Idk. Suggest stuff and maybe I’ll write for it if I’m not busy with sports, college, work blah blah blah. Anyways thank you for reading it means a lot and if you want to hear about any more stuff I post then be sure to follow me, if not have a nice day. Ps they won’t all be this long and I’m sorry if it seemed rushed towards the end, my mind was like “let’s just finish this.” Also I was so nervous to post this

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The Ones who Matter the Most

Request for: motherly captain!reader where they get heavily injured during an expedition and wouldn’t wake up for weeks. [original request can be found here]

Word Count: 6.2k (oops, it flows tho)

Warnings: major character injury, descriptions of injury, angst and some fluff, female pronouns used for reader.

A/n: I think I’m addicted to the reader being motherly so thank you for requesting this. I also listened to ‘arcade’ the orchestral version on repeat while writing so ahahah sorry for how intense it gets. This was also loosely (not a spoiler for it though) inspired by one of the chapters in the aot2 game. Enjoy <3

It took hours of convincing on Hange’s end to persuade Erwin to think capturing more Titan’s was a good idea. When Hange’s proposal was brought up at a weekly meeting, multiple squad leaders present turned it down. It sparked debate about whether it was a useful application of their precious resources and especially after last time, it was hard to persuade some of them that it could be worth it again. Losing Sawney and Bean had been a personal loss for Hange, but there were others who saw it as an insult to the resources they’d put into the experiment. The whole while Erwin mediated the meeting and for the most part, you’d stayed out of it. On a rare occasion you would pitch in, always in favour of Hange’s argument, it was important to advance their knowledge, but you hardly engaged in the others dissension.

“Very well. Its clear the opinion is split. Hange, I support your proposal,” at these words Hange’s spirits seemed to visibly lift “however, it will be up to each squad leader to decide whether their squad will take part.” Their shoulders slumped again at Erwin’s words, after all, the divide in opinion had been so strong, it was not looking favorably that many would join.

“I’m happy to join Hange.” You put forward to first word of support and Hange offered you an appreciative nod. A weighty silence fell over the room and for a second no one else spoke. You wondered if your squad and Hange’s would be enough, it wouldn’t be easy, but it could be done.

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Worried (Shawn Mendes)

A/N: I wrote a spur of a moment kind of thing again hahaha so this was a quick one (so it may be bad lol sorry). Anyway, here’s a little boyfriend!shawn while I get to writing them other things asdfghjkl lol. Also, very insignificant but this is my 3000th post and my OCD ass is partying at that clean even number sksksksk. Hope you guys enjoy!

Summary: It’s normal for a person to worry about someone they care about, but when it comes to you, Shawn worries a little too much than he should.

Warnings: Angst and Fluff

Word Count: 3.5k+

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“You sure you’re okay baby?” Shawn asked again, the concern in his voice not wavering by a bit ever since he’s asked you that same question for the sixth time in the last ten minutes, in which each time you’ve answered with ‘I’m fine.’

You didn’t bother to answer him this time around as you gave him an annoyed look, a soft chuckle leaving his lips once he saw your expression. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. Just making sure.”

Shawn slipped on his denim jacket and proceeded to wrap his scarf around his neck before sitting down on the side of the bed where you were wrapped in a blanket like a human burrito, tired eyes and flushed cheeks looking up at him with a sweet smile, making you look so goddamn adorable in Shawn’s eyes.

“Just don’t hesitate to call me okay?” Shawn whispered but with his voice still firm, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and leaning down to press his lips against your slightly warm forehead, his hand soft against your skin as he cup your cheek.

You hummed and gave him a small smile, tired eyes failing to stay wide open as you nuzzled into his touch, the soft light of the lamp illuminating the whole hotel room, giving Shawn a soft yellow glow as the light bounces off his skin.

He looked so soft and cuddly with his scarf, his curls all unruly on top of his head with his cheeks adoring a little flush of pink, and that soft charming smile of his making you to just want to pull him back in bed and make him snuggle with you all night.

But he was already dressed, and he was looking forward to going to this bar they keep talking about here in Dublin, you didn’t want to deprive him from exploring the city just because you’re feeling a little bit under the weather.

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🔥Wings of Freedom (Part 1)🔥

A/N: FINALLY DONE WITH FINALS!!! Thank you everyone for being so patient and supportive while I’ve fought through the last few days of school, I really appreciate it. But I’m finally back now and with some new fics for you guys! Hope you enjoy, and stay safe out there! ❤️

Part 2 is here!

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Levi looked up from where he was sitting on the sofa in his lover’s office, reading a book, at the sound of (Y/N)’s pained groan. He found her trying to suppress a wince as pain shot up her spine, one of her hands reaching back to rub between her shoulder blades while she tried to focus on her work. Levi sighed. He knew she had injured herself somehow, either through training or on the last expedition, but she refused to tell him how or where she had gotten hurt. On top of that, she also refused to let him help her fix it, always batting his hands away and claiming she was fine. He knew she had a high pain tolerance, always had, but now he was getting annoyed with her. She just needed to shove down her pride and let him help her. She was human after all, she clearly wasn’t immune to pain.

Despite her obvious discomfort, (Y/N) continued to work diligently. It was rare that she was working later than him, but lately more work had been dumped on her desk per her request, her way of trying to help her superiors by lessening their load. Levi couldn’t help but feel pride swell in his chest as he watched her write. She was so hardworking, always trying to pitch in where she could. He knew she was tired, but she kept pushing herself to try to take some of the weight off the shoulders of her superiors, claiming they did way more than necessary and it should be no problem for her to help them out a little. She wasn’t even a superior officer, still only a cadet, despite her older age. It was that determination and willingness to take care of others and work hard that drew Levi to her in the first place. It was also what was about to give her a promotion to Squad Leader, one he knew she deserved as he watched her tackle the horde of papers in front of her.

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